I'VE DESTROYED MYSELF

TRYING TO REINVENT MYSELF

liesmithh:

“I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House
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supervalcsi:

Preparing for Infinity War [3/?]

Hulk aka Bruce Banner

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“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.”

— Marya Hornbacher, Wasted

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^{Bruce + his “noodles”}

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       A small shiver ran down the spy’s spine, the hairs on her body practically standing on end. She’d been waiting for this moment, as cliche and overused as it may have sounded, even in her mind. This moment meant a lot of things for them, not just breaking the barrier of physical intimacy – but breaking the barrier period. Both of them had been lonely for a long time, and it had been weighing on the former Russian operative heavily. She had seen something in the doctor, something genuine, something pure; he could not be replicated in any form, and she completely fell in deep with his clueless nature to the human intention. Everything with Bruce was all science, and gamma rays, he never took the time to imagine himself with a real life human being, that was far too impossible, especially after the creation of the Hulk. Natasha knew all these things and she chose to proceed anyway, no cautionary tape, no turning back just in case. She’d seen him in his current state, and she’d seen him transform into a green machine – nothing could change her mind. 

            Quickly, she moved further towards the tub, both of them as naked as the day they were born. Her hand slid against the porcelain lip, supporting her weight as she shifted, one leg at a time, into the steamy hot water. The liquid nearly sizzled against her fair skin, but she didn’t mind, the momentary burn, turned to soothing relief, as she allowed herself to slide behind the trembling doctor. ‘Don’t be nervous,’ she breathed, reaching a hand forward to coast over his bare back, ‘We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.’ The redhead knew that this wasn’t Bruce’s first time with a woman, but she also knew that he wasn’t well versed in the ways of the fairer sex, either.  

       ^{unaware of how to act now, bruce scoots forward, giving his best attempt of sharing the space of the tub. his pupils forcing his eyes to admire the beauty before him although he feels as though he’s invading her privacy. SHE’S NAKED IN FRONT OF YOU. FOR YOU. CUT IT OUT, BANNER. there’s that voice again and not one of his green roommate. it’s his conscious. the little echo giving him the go ahead. GIVE IN. but bruce still fights. he still fights the true feelings he knows will blossom. it scares the SHIT out of him, lack thereof a better and more accurate term. he hasn’t been in such closeness with another human let alone a WOMAN in some time, years passing without much thought given to the last experience. he doesn’t want to disappoint her, make her regret whatever she feels for the doctor. nat easing into the porcelain, steadily and cooing the words he always needs to hear, it seems, it has bruce’s blood slowing down in pulse through his veins. it has the other guy’s body language within relaxed. a rare feat for anyone and natasha romanoff is essentially a stranger. but one that the green giant has taken a liking too. a little too fond of the once spy.}  

     ^{the touch, the softest of touches to his olive complexion, it has bruce only jumping a barely visible amount off the bottom of the tub but she’s giving him reassurance again. this is about his comfort as it is about her enjoyment. he wants her to enjoy spending time with him. tub or not. naked or not. however, the doctor as an awkward and different way of letting her know. ‘ i’m okay, nat, ’ the words are his own little tidbit of reassurance that everything is fine. if he didn’t want her anywhere near him, she would have been long gone. the hulk agrees surprisingly; enlarged skull nodding on his side of the tracks within. gently, bruce leans back some, wanting to feel her hands on his back some more but without being verbal. everything takes time for banner. in increments, he will be hers. ‘ i have the soap if you need it, ’} 

     ^{offering up, voice back to its normal state, no longer gruff, through a clearing of his throat. some way to set the mood, banner. through the lukewarm water of the tub, bruce’s eyes pick up sight of her legs now on either side of his situated hips. the smooth flesh of those legs, they have bruce’s thoughts spinning. she truly was gorgeous. never would she know such thoughts from his inner mind, not yet anyhow. daringly, and perhaps even out of his character, bruce decides to test the waters, no pun intended. drenched pads of his fingers, hopefully not pruney due to h20 absorption, skate along the redhead’s inner calves. KILLER LEGS is all the man could focus on. he’s still a man after all. ‘ you have the softest skin, ’ finally, he finds his lost voice.} 

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That’s my secret, Cap: I’m always angry.

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       ^{what it meant to feel healthy was an aspect of the past for the doctor. counting the deep purple markings on his tanned flesh, the ramming into his skull from would be freight train migraines, the body aches, it all seemed simply routinized now. not because of his nearing over the hill age, no, but from daily occurrences where his roommate of sorts wanted to make his presence known. more times than not, the other guy, he was needed.UNFORTUNATELY according to bruce. but on his own, the doctor was merely a science guy and that only gets you so far in a world where men can fly and bullets are deemed the least of people’s worries.}

   ^{gingerly, as best as banner could, he situates himself into the porcelain confines of the tub. relaxing wasn’t always something on the bruce’s agenda but he sure could use a moment to himself and ONLY himself. fair warning, big guy. grimacing, lips contort in a downward stance as he braces his easing into the warm water. feeling as though someone is watching, he pauses but only for a moment. it’s probably barton’s secret wife situating the mess that the avengers had made. someone is always cleaning up their messes seemingly. he thinks nothing of it. the door is mildly perched open, there’s no harm in that. and if clint or the housewife enter, it’s their house after all. bruce isn’t shy….or so he thinks. just because he ends up partially clothed after destroying enemies doesn’t mean that all his insecurities have diminished.}

     ^{curls rest against the back of the tub as his beaten body slinks into the depths of liquid. all is right in the world.FOR NOW. instantly, he’s almost drifted away to a comatose state until the slightest squeak from the wooden door alerts him. he’s not alone. ‘ someone’s in here ! ’ voice is heightened in tone; a shake laced with his words. so much for being confident, bruce. inwardly, hulk is flicking popcorn into his mouth and watching this unfold like his favorite film. his eyes, they watch intently just as the jolly green giant’s are while the intruder, soft and sleek de-robes herself.}

   ^{‘ i — uh , ’ picking his weight back up, although all he wanted to do right now is drown himself in the clear faucet water. he’s sitting upward, chest hair sopping wet, dragging down his pectorals, on full display. there’s no denying that’s natasha romanoff. he’s trying not to blatantly stare but she’s, she’s  — WHACK. almost as if a knock of courage came his way. leave it up to the big fella to help bruce in his time of undoubted need. the word you want to use, idiot, is BEAUTIFUL. she’s radiately beautiful in more precise words. ‘ yea — come in. ’ it’s now or never. need he remind himself that they did kiss.IN HIS DREAMS. why run from something you want, bruce ? you want this, she wants this, there’s no harm in exploring. there is, however, when you’re rooming with a jealous skyscraper of a beast inside of you.}

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